The Goat
you are the goat
set free on the field
of green grass
and you eat every
herb that your
eyes feast upon
unleashed your
feet jump for your
freedom
now your master
has come and
takes a glance
of your beautiful
body
he stares at you
looking closely
in your face for
that last laughter
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.